91st Devotion: Civil Disobedience

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NON NON NON NON NON!!!!

[The sound of a sudden high pitched shriek fills the air, followed by the little pitter patting of tiny feet as a three year old Solomon races into the room.]

NO BROCCLY! NO!!!!!!!!!!!

[In a move of desperation, he races to the nearest fortress that can save him from the horrors, darting underneath the desk in his office to quickly hide from sight.]

BAD BROCCLY! DON'T WANT!!!!

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He waits, looking up expectantly at the box on the desk.]

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[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

[Keats figures he has to bring over some of the cookies that Penny left him. Not like he could have eaten all those sweets. A knock on the door later, he shows up with a few]

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[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

[And there's Saya answering the door, looking just a touch tired.
She gives a big smile though when she sees who it is.]

Hello there.

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Solomon peeks out from his office, curious to see who Maman Saya is talking to.]

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[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

[Keats holds up the cookies.] Here, bribery tactics. [He can't help but chuckle, Keats is quite fond of children]

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[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

Ah! What a good idea. I've been trying to catch him all day.

[She can see you peering out from your office there, Solomon.] I think someone has come to see you, Solomon.

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[A tiny Solomon tuptuptups out from the office and across the room until he comes up to Saya. His little hands reach up to clutch at her skirt hem as he peers out curiously from behind her at Keats.]

... um, cookies for Solomon? Solomon catapiller ated broccly! Now is for cookies?

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[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

[Keats laughs he can't help it] Aye, cookies. [He lifts one from the plate, crouches and offers it to the smaller version of his co-worker] But don't eat em too fast, ye'll get a stomachache.

[Keats looks up at the tired woman and shrugs] He a handful, I assume?